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Rook · 06-16-2010, 03:38 PM

mr. fu manchu {the bird} had no more Food after this mornings feeding, Sooo...
After Dialysis I kindly ask my driver to stop me at Wal-Mart..
Resisting Temptation to pause at the magazine Rack to read the latest consumer report or Pop. Mech.{not to mention rather Rude making driver wait}, I made a beeline to the bait section {and we all know bee's do lotsa zigzags*cough*}, I picked about 3 decent "buckets" of Night Crawlers, since the trout worms are, honestly, Pitiful, nevermind that it would piss me off when i'd find itty bitty baby worms, counted as part of the 20, fuckers...
An elderly gentleman was staring, when I started to go he says
--"I think 1 would do the trick, son"
--"One?" -staying out of sheer curiosity-
--"Yes, you dont need 80 nightcrawlers for fish"
--"This is 1 for each day"
--"You're fishing 3 days in a row with 80 of those?"
--"Nahhh...this is for my bird" *Getting antsy cuz I gotta go, quietly cursing manners*
--"Bird food is in the pet area"
--"Not that kinda bird, and he loves fat chopped up worms....with baby food"
The guy at the counter was literally giggling as he watched...
The elderly guy had a "kodak moment" face, I smiled said 'have a nice day' and left....

Why must people meddle with strangers? Eventually, they'll bump into the wrong kind....

06-16-2010, 03:38 PM	#2613
Rook Senior Member How Do You Identify?: A.G - Stone Butch - GenderFuck Preferred Pronoun?: Hym, Hyz...or, just b respectable, it's not that hard.. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Columbus Posts: 2,280 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,227 Thanked 3,182 Times in 1,287 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	mr. fu manchu {the bird} had no more Food after this mornings feeding, Sooo... After Dialysis I kindly ask my driver to stop me at Wal-Mart.. Resisting Temptation to pause at the magazine Rack to read the latest consumer report or Pop. Mech.{not to mention rather Rude making driver wait}, I made a beeline to the bait section {and we all know bee's do lotsa zigzagscough}, I picked about 3 decent "buckets" of Night Crawlers, since the trout worms are, honestly, Pitiful, nevermind that it would piss me off when i'd find itty bitty baby worms, counted as part of the 20, fuckers... An elderly gentleman was staring, when I started to go he says --"I think 1 would do the trick, son" --"One?" -staying out of sheer curiosity- --"Yes, you dont need 80 nightcrawlers for fish" --"This is 1 for each day" --"You're fishing 3 days in a row with 80 of those?" --"Nahhh...this is for my bird" Getting antsy cuz I gotta go, quietly cursing manners --"Bird food is in the pet area" --"Not that kinda bird, and he loves fat chopped up worms....with baby food" The guy at the counter was literally giggling as he watched... The elderly guy had a "kodak moment" face, I smiled said 'have a nice day' and left.... Why must people meddle with strangers? Eventually, they'll bump into the wrong kind....